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Monday mornings are all about the review of our personal scores on the weekend-warrior fitness front.
What’s come over me? In the last few weeks I’ve completed a mile-long ocean swim, a duathlon, and I’m now looking at my third full century bicycle ride before the end of September. My husband is already looking ahead for me, generous guy that he is — strategizing ways I can work “running” into my routine. I’m not so sure that if I do run it will ever qualify as actual running. I’m hiding behind a scar, and I don’t want to injure myself again.
Yesterday I competed in the swim-spin segment of the Na Wahine Festival. Honestly, what a fun event. All women, Waikiki, Diamond Head, Kahala, party at Kapiolani Park Bandstand, big waves, lots of aloha, lots of love, and lots of spouses, partners, little kids and grands milling about enjoying the atmosphere. What does it mean? Personally, there are women who want to push themselves as far as they can. But within a community, we want to recognize each other as athletes, warriors, mothers, career women, and young ladies who radiate the glow only the pursuit of health and fitness delivers.
John woke up with me at 4 a.m. to get me to the park early enough to find great parking and for me to straighten out my bib number problem. By the time I got my third number assignment, I was good to go. I set up my transition area with my bike and all my gear, and we headed over to the beach for the pep talk and Star Bangled Banner. It was 9/11/11 and we felt blessed to have that day for our festival. It made being alive that much more significant. I thought of those people who die too young, whether brought down by disease or an attack. Why wouldn’t I do my best with this body of mine to honor the gift of life?
The day is over and I’ve reviewed John’s photos. I have a long way to go. I sure wish I looked better. I’m tired of being a before, so I know what I want to do. I’m thinking Photoshop could get rid of my Michelin Man middle, but weight loss isn’t that easy.
I think that must be the way it is with people who achieve their goals. They keep looking for more. It’s an addiction to adrenalin and achievements, it’s an ambition to be an example to my daughters and my friends. It’s nice that I’ve got a husband who is on the same page. I know I’m lucky.